The rolling smoke danced wildly on the dusty road. The driver coughed and cursed: "Bastard! Didn't you say they would hit the car behind first? I almost killed it!"

The strong man rolled into the ditch that was washed out by rain and stopped. He looked at the terminal protected in his arms first, and laughed indifferently: "There are always times when there is a mistake in judgment. [+New^^+I said, while the surrounding temperature is too high, we should avoid it quickly! The American drone is too perverted. God knows when we will find our infrared signal!"

"I know!"

The driver groaned in annoyance and quickly pulled out a piece of infrared-proof camouflage cloth from his back, wrapping himself tightly.

Now, the only thing they have to worry about is the ground personnel who come to check the impact.

The U.S. military's drone attack routine is very rigorous. If conditions permit, one launches a high-altitude missile attack, and the other joint combat "Preater B" will support it from the side and be ready to finish the attack at any time. This is also their experience gained from the Afghan battlefield.

A group of "Preater B" can operate at most four teams in a joint operation to form a search attack network with a wide coverage. Any target in the area that is judged is often difficult to escape their attack.

And now, there is a powerful "Global Hawk" that takes the overall picture.

If these people who successfully jumped off the vehicle acted immediately after the explosion, they would be discovered by the drone in the sky. The "Hellfire" missile they carried would definitely be shot down in the air in just a few seconds, and it would be difficult to escape!

Therefore, a low-priced anti-infrared camouflage cloth in China is particularly useful.

The driver was the leader of this retreat team. He curled his body as much as possible behind the cover and used a camouflage cloth to make himself look integrated with the surrounding environment. All radio equipment on his body was turned off, and even a little electromagnetic signal could not be leaked.

This tactic of expecting the enemy to become blind is very frustrating, so the driver was lying there and silently greeting the American family.

Four missiles hit precisely, and the scene of the explosion and rising was transmitted to the command center in real time. Several operators excitedly clapped high-fives with the people beside them to celebrate. A burst of warm applause rang around.

Colonel Carl Wiesen couldn't hide the pride on his face. He slapped and said loudly, "Good job! Gentlemen, let's kill all the remaining guys and complete this difficult and glorious task."

"Yes! Sir!"

The young operators were obviously extremely excited by such a record. They didn’t need to risk their lives like ordinary soldiers and take risks with cheap guns. They just needed to fully utilize their excellent control abilities to kill the enemy in one blow thousands of miles away. This feeling was so cool and cool!

The military achievements were too easy, and they did not have the slightest burden of killing. They were ready to launch a new round of search attacks.

Colonel Carl Wiesen picked up his arms again, and his hands clamped under his armpits into fists, hiding his regret and unwillingness in his heart: "It's a pity that the strike operation cannot be completed in front of the United Nations peacekeeping force as planned. In that case, the results may be more ideal."

Yang Hao's battleship attack succeeded in the pass, which was a huge blow to the US Navy and the US government. Many officers believed that this was a shame that was rare in their lifetime and were determined to make the people who did this work pay the price.

According to the Pentagon’s plan, the CIA’s intervention bonus is the best effect the US military hopes to achieve is to let the whole world see the tragic end of those guys!

Then, based on the current intelligence status of Yang Hao's withdrawal of most of the people from Central Africa, they carefully formulated a confinement tactic, and ultimately gathered everyone in the chaotic and complex eastern part of the Congo. The ideal state is to enclose the target of at least one or two hundred in two areas with a diameter of ten kilometers north and south about fifty kilometers away from Bukavu.

The two carefully selected battlefields are on the periphery of the national park covered with mountains and forests. The US military's combat command center can ensure that the UAV will be deployed in place within half an hour.

Moreover, both locations are a little distance from the Great Rift Valley and the waters of the two Great Lakes, but they are very close to the MONUC station. In this way, when the US military's air strike succeeds, it can be clearly displayed to dozens of countries there, so that they can know the outcome of angering the Americans!

No one would believe that Yang Hao and this group of people do not have strong national power to support them. The United States is determined to let the guys hiding in the dark experience the military power of the United States personally. By the way, the influence will spread throughout the world in the shortest time.

The plan is very ideal for conception, but the variables are always more considerable than people think. When all the insiders lose contact at about the same time, the "Global Hawk" who is patrolling high altitude can no longer receive the signal they send. Carl Wiesen immediately determined that the other party must have other preparations. They are very likely to move in advance and avoid the traps ahead!

More calculations are better than less calculations, so he immediately ordered an attack in advance. But since then, it has been a foregone conclusion that the people running in the front did not approach Bukawu, would the people behind receive a warning? Will they continue to take motor vehicles and rush to the drone for free to be a target? Everything is unknown!

Based on this, Colonel Carl Wiesen made the move to let the drone attack team complete the mission in one go, but in fact he was worried that he would fail.

He could not leave time for the target to hide in the forest, nor did he have time to accompany him to search and hunt slowly. Unless he dispatched US ground forces, he would expect that the bad so-called troops in the KMT would not be able to complete the mission in a hundred years.

The colonel's decision was undoubtedly quick, decisive and correct, but he still did not expect that the target group of people was even higher than expected! Just before the drone attacked, when they abandoned the car and escaped, the strong man operating the terminal sent the last text message through the satellite antenna.

This text message was not only sent to Yang Hao, who was tens of thousands of miles away, but also to the equipment of Chloe, the strategic technology center on the Caspian Sea, and then broadcasted to other vehicles and evacuation teams through satellite links. Within just one minute, almost everyone knew that they were facing the danger of drone attacks!

Within a radius of hundreds of kilometers near Bukavu, abnormal satellite communication signals suddenly became dense! A US electronic warfare aircraft cruising at high altitude immediately captured this change and immediately fed back the analysis results to the command center.

Colonel Carl Wiesen's face immediately became gloomy. He determined that the signal frequency and communication link he discovered should be sent by the target, and immediately connected to the US Navy's combat command center: "The enemy is trying to remotely contact and deploy new actions. I requested to knock down the communication satellites they used, completely block their remote command and cooperate with each other!"

Navy Commander John Harvey agreed without any hesitation. The White House representative who operated together specifically reminded him: "General, the satellite seems to be from Indians. Isn't it a bit too much to do this?"

The commander replied coldly: "Tell them that we got the coordinates wrong!"

A minute later, a missile destroyer cruising offshore in eastern Africa was in full swing, and a "Standard-3" missile soared into the sky. Dragging flames, it rushed to the sky! Soon after, it accurately hit the Indian communication satellite that was flying rapidly in space, smashing it into a large piece of sky garbage.

In the eastern part of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, including peacekeeping forces and more than a dozen United Nations branches and MONUC, all terminals using the communication satellite service were shut down. Not only that, the global satellite telephone system also blocked this area one after another. The electronic warfare aircraft cruising outside the border line also pushed forward, increasing communication interference to the target area. As a result, the area within a radius of hundreds of kilometers immediately became a radio restricted area, and no one except the US military itself could use it!

At the Caspian Strategic Technology Center, Chloe whistled frivolously, dialed Yang Hao's satellite phone number, and giggled: "Boss, you really noticed it! In order to kill all the Americans, they did not hesitate to kill one satellite. Should we consider finding another substitute?"

Yang Hao accompanied the beautiful girl shopping in the capital and said leisurely: "No need. I guess no one dares to rent the satellite to us for a while. The crazy Americans, no country in the world dares to provoke them. Whether Russia or China, they have to temporarily avoid their edge. I have done all the preparations I should do. I believe that our friends can make full use of all the conditions and make them look good for the Americans. In addition, I will not sit idly by."

Chloe shrugged: "Well, your instructions are the highest."

Leaving the communication network, these technical geniuses were completely unable to help, so they could only wait quietly for the African guys to save themselves successfully.

As for Yang Hao's guarantee, he never had any doubts. All the successes in the past made the best footnotes for the promises he made.

Xue Qing, who was picking clothes casually, heard it from the side, blinked her black and white eyes, and asked, "Are you sure you don't have to go back and deal with the matter over there first? It doesn't matter to me."

Yang Hao smiled brightly: "How can it be! If you can't even arrange such a little thing, I, the big boss, will be too failed? Don't worry. There will be no big problems."

I know how to clone my skills. I accompany the beautiful girl shopping and the Americans to fight the arm-walking, without delay!

In the eastern part of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, all cars heading towards Bukavu along the broken road changed direction after communication was interrupted. On the one hand, they were speeding up wildly, while on the other hand, they gathered towards three different places.

This change was captured by two Global Hawks. Colonel Carl Wiesen, who was waiting for the Predator B to maneuver and launch a second strike, saw it clearly and was a little puzzled: "What are they going to do? Are they going to get together and fight back?"

No car was advancing towards densely forested areas, and was still running on the road with wide vision, which made him unable to determine what his idea was.

He couldn't help but hesitate.

Obviously, no matter what kind of wrong moves the other party will make, it is a very easy and direct way to kill them one by one with a drone. But this obviously may cause some omissions. After all, he cannot be sure whether there are unknown means of communication between the other party. Once he discovers such a decisive blow, will he immediately abandon the car and escape into the mountains? That is not the result he wants.

If you wait a moment, it seems that these people will most likely form three clusters, each with at least thirty or forty people. The purpose is that there may be some supply base in the middle, and you will get pre-installed weapons to fight back?

The colonel disdained this. Under the air of the unmanned mechanism of absolute suppression, even if the opponent has a single missile, it would be useless. There are electronic warfare aircraft in the sky to support it. Under its suppression, it is almost impossible for the opponent to lock the drone. Not to mention, the small "Preater B" with a flight altitude of four or five thousand meters is difficult to detect. How to fight?

After thinking about it, there seemed to be no danger. The colonel waved his hand decisively: "Continue to track and monitor and see what they are going to do! If they can gather together in one go, it would be the most ideal."

No one raised questions or disobeyed his orders, and previous success gave him undisputed decision-making power.

The Predator drone can stay airborne for more than 24 hours. Within a diameter of 200 kilometers, four aircraft are enough to control all the troubles. The number of missiles is also enough, not to mention the high response of the Global Hawk.

Half an hour later, a convoy of three off-road vehicles, originally regarded as the second target, rushed into the town of Kibumba on the N2 Highway and stopped in a manor in the suburbs. More than a dozen mercenaries jumped down in a panic and rushed into the low and simple main building.

This scene was photographed by a drone in the sky, and the colonel sneered contemptuously.

More than half an hour later, another manor located in the south of Kahuz-Bega National Park was also stationed in two evacuation teams. The previous one gathered three one after another.

On the north side, a convoy rushed along the N3 Highway to the site where the drone attacked, seemed to be frightened, stopped immediately, and turned southwest to run towards the national park!

The colonel thought they were going to escape into the mountains, so he almost ordered the drone to launch missiles. But the Ltebaro on the edge of the park suddenly stopped, busying himself inside and out.

"As long as you don't plan to escape, that's absolutely not allowed!"

The colonel smiled conceitably, and a sense of pleasure as a cat playing with a mouse surged in his heart. He made up his mind that he must let these rats struggle enough first, and then give them a desperate blow and kill them all!

One hour, two hours, five hours.

The long waiting makes people anxious. The three coordinate areas gather more and more evacuation teams. Except for a very small number that are too far away for various reasons, the three places gathered a total of more than 150 people.

If all this force is armed, it will be enough to easily destroy half of the so-called rebels in the local area! However, they should be all naval and land combat, not their leaders.

Carl Wiesen was waiting enough and ordered impatiently: "Okay, that's it, just razed all the dilapidated houses and used them as their graves!"

"Preater b" quickly pounced down from the sky!

At this moment, under the shadow of the bushes of the three manors, there was a radar vehicle and a command vehicle in the large camouflage net. Along the edge of the woods, there were eight towed 57mm anti-aircraft guns each pointing in mid-air at a large angle!

All the battleship gunners stood beside each other and loaded the first shot. Their respective artillery commanders narrowed their eyes in the distance and stared at the highlights that suddenly broke in on the screen, shouting loudly: "The target enters the trap and opens fire!"

"boom!"

The roar of roars shook the earth, and the howling fireworks rushed out of the 72-fold tube and rushed straight into the altitude of thousands of meters! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!